maybe the new festival photo tradition will be candid photos of me laughing. ((laughing so hard i literally almost lost my voice this year))
there are no words to describe how much this dumb island means to me.
as i told everyone who would sit still long enough, i’m buying a ford bronco and moving to sloptown road. i’m sure right now nate is wandering through protar’s tomb trail looking for me bc i was very convincing that i was NOT getting back on that boat.
there are special love letter shout outs under the cut that i know no one but sarah or i care about so ba da bah bah bahhhh DEAL WITH IT
bonnie (and her new beau) for being our festival sister since the literal moment we stepped off the boat 3 years ago and has continued to cheer us on from afar and help us hitch hike when we need to
nate! for affectionately remembering me as “kelly the island girl” and putting it nicely that i “leave quite an impression” when in reality i cornered him at the beachcomber and talked his ear off about what it means to grow up on an island and how all these other ~normies~ don’t get us
laura & jeff! for being the best couple who would go on adventures with us to places when the friend we brought was passed out in the tent. and for offering us shrimp and protein bars.
josh & the rest of the bootstrap boys for camping next to us again and playing the frisbee game with us with such enthusiasm and letting me hide kole’s whiskey under their van and not getting upset when in the morning they found their awning all fucked up from me tripping over it and eating shit
christine! for not only remembering us, and HOPING we would come talk to her, but being a wonderful art mom who has honestly inspired me to get working on my own art again.
marshall! for keeping my energy so hype with his dancing that it was 6:30am before i realized it was time for me to go to bed. and for all the glass shark riffs
surf daddy! for the same energy and for putting up with us calling him surf daddy when he clearly did not understand (”like,,,,i’m taking my kids to the beach?”) and also for adding his good good mcdonalds jingle puns to our bit, and also for putting me to bed at 6:30am bc i have FOMO and need someone to tell me when to sleep. thank you surf daddy
+special acknowledgement to marty for recognizing me as the girl in the pink shirt who ate shit by their camp (why did i bring all this food when i was eating shit all weekend?)
to ken for keeping all of his horned up old friends under control (or at least to the best of his ability) and being their DD. come back next year, leave the drips
to the sound crew guys for coming to the fire the last night when we thought we would be all alone and then taking the long hike through protar’s tomb with us. *special shout out to brian (ryan??) for telling me all of his alien and ghost stories
to kole. for reminding us not to talk about our fun adventures at the bar anymore so fucking DRIPS do not decide to tag along
but most of all, to sarah. the absolute best friend and travel partner i could ever wish to have. you let me stay up later than you, you let me make friends, you work on the best bits with me. i don’t know if everyone else knows this, but we are REALLY FUNNY
